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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.