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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can 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.