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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.