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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.