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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.