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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.