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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
MDC,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.