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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.