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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.