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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.