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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Darondo,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.