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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.