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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Urselle,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.