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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
PIL,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.