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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.