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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Cluster,
AZ,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Litter,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.