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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
UT,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.