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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
the Association,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.