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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.