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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.