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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.