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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Gong,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.