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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.