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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.