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 Paraguay 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Subhumans,
UT,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.