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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.