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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.