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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.