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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
PIL,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Fear,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Technova,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.