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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.