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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.