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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 Bremen and Toronto.
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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Gong,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.