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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.