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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.