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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.