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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Faust,
Pole,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.