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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.