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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gang Green,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.