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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.