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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.