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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
JFA,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.