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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.