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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.