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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.