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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.