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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.