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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
June Days,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.