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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.