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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.