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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.