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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.