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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Crime,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.