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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Mills 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.