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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.