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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.