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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.