Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.