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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.