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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.