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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.