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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.