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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
John Holt,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.