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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.