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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.