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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.