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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.