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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.