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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.