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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.