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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.