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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.