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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.