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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.