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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.