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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.