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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.