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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.