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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.