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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.