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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
MC5,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.