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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Monks,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.