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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.