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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.