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 Kuwait 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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.