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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.