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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.