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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.