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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.