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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.