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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.