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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.