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 Korea South and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.