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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.