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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.