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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
PIL,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.