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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.