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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.