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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.