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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.