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 Monaco and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.