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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.