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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.