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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.