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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.