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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.