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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.