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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Monks,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.