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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.