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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.