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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.