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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.