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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Can,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.