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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
X-102,
The Residents,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.