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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.