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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.