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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.