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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.