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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.