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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.