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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.