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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.