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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.