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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.