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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.