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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.