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 Israel 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.