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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.