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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.