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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.