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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.