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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.