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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Monks,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.