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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.