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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Liliput,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.