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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.