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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.