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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.