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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.