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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.