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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
The Names,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.