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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
PIL,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.