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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.