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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Wire,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.