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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.