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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.