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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.