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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.