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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.