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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Yazoo 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.