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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.