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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Faust,
Pagans,
Swans,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.