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 Russia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.