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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s 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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Rekid,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.