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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.