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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.