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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.