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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.