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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.