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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.