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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
New Order,
Symarip,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.