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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Darondo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.