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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.