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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.