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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.