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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.