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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.