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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.