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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Q65,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.