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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Pole,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.