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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.