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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.