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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.