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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.