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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.