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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.