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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.