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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.