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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.