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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.