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 Maldives and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.