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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Gong,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.