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 Spain 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Can,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.