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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.