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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.