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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.