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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.