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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
The Slits,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.