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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Gong,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.