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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.