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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.