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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.