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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.