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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.