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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Davy DMX 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.