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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.