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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.