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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Organ,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.