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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Crime,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.