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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.