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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.