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 France and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.