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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.