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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.