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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.