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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.