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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.