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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.