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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.