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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.