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 Liechtenstein 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.