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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Erasure,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.