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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
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.