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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Victims,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.