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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.