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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
The Names,
DNA,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.