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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.