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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.