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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.