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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.