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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.