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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.