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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.