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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.