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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.