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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.