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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Gories to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.