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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.