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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.