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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.