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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.