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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.