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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.