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 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.