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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
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.