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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.