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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.