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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Magazine,
Excepter,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.