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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.