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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
New Order,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.