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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.