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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.