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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.