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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.