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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.