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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.