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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.