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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 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 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.