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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.