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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.