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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.