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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.