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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.