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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.