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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.