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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.