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 Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.