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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Mars,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
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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.