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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.