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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.