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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.