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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.