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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.