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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Pole,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.