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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Swans,
Monks,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.