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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.