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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.