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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.