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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.