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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
John Holt,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Brick,
Scion,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.