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 Georgia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.