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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.