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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.