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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.