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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.