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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.