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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
DNA,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.