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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.