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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Organ,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.