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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.