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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
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.