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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.