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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.