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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.