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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.