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 Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Doors,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.