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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.