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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.