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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Aswad,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.