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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.