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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 DNA to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.