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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.