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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Nas,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.