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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.