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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.