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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.