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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.