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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.