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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.