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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.