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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.