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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.