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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
JFA,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.