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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.