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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.