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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.