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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.