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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.