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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.