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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.