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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.