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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.