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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.