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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.