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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.