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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Magma,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.