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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
cv313,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.