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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.