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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
UT,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.