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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.