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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.