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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Television,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.