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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.