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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.