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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.