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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Symarip,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.