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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.