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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.