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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Wings,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.