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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.