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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.