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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.