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 Mauritius 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.