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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.