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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Skarface,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.