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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.