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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.