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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Slave,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.