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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.