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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.