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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.