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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.