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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.