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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.