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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Monks to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.