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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Darondo,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.