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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.