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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.