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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.