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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.