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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.