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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Skaos,
CMW,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.