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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Martian,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.