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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.