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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.