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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.