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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.