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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.