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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.