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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.