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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Shoche,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The Remains,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.