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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gong to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.