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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.