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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.