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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.