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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Visage,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.