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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.