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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.