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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.