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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.