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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.