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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
The Remains,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.