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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Kas Product 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.