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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.