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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.