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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.