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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.