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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.