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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.