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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.