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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.