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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.