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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.