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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.