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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.