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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.