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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.