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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Crime,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.