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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.