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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.