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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.