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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.