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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Index,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.