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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.