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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Gories,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.