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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.