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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.