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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Television,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.