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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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.