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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
New Order,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.