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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.