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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.