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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.