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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.