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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Deakin,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.