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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.