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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.