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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.