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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.