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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.