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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.