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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.