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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
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.