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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.