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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.