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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.