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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.