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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.