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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Niagra,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Wings,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.