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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.