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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.