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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.