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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
JFA,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.