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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
MC5,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.