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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.