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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.