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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.