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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
the Slits,
MDC,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.