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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Wire,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.