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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.