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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.