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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.