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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Q65,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.