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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.