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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.