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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.