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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Television,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.