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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.