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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.