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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.