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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.