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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Hashim,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Lyres,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.