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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.