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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
The Standells,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.