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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.