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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.