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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
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.