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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.