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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.