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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.