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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.