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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The Move,
Mars,
Brick,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.