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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.