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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
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.