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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.