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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.