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 Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.