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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.