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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.