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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Visage,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.