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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.