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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.