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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.