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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.