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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.