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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.