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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.