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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.