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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.