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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gladiators to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.