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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.