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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.