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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.