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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.