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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.