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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.