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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.