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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.