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 Brunei 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Can,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.