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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
the Association,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.