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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.