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 United States 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.