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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Yaz,
UT,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.