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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.