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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.