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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.