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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.