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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.