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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.