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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.