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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.