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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
UT,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Visage,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.