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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.