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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ronan,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.