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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.