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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.