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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.