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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.