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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.