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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
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.