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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.