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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.