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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.