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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.