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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.