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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.