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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.