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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.