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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.