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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 New Order to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Pole,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.