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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.