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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.