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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.